Song Lianhe looked back, and a dark figure suddenly ducked into the shadows.
Yin Huan said, "That person must have been following you. I wonder who sent them."
Song Lianhe suddenly took a few steps forward. "Go ask your master to come see me. Just say I have something important to discuss."
There was no response.
Yin Huan suddenly said, "He's gone."
Song Lianhe smiled. "Then we'll just wait here."
She looked up at the sky. "Nephew, are you hungry?"
E Jintang scratched his head, embarrassed. "We left in such a hurry, I haven't eaten yet."
Yin Huan let out a laugh. "He eats eight or nine times a day. Who knows which meal he's even talking about."
Song Lianhe spotted a noodle stall not far away. "Perfect. Let's get something to eat first."
So, the group of four sat down and ordered over ten bowls of noodles, making the stall owner grin from ear to ear.
Just as Song Lianhe finished a bowl of noodles, the person she was waiting for finally arrived.
